I’ve got ideas about how it should be, but I don’t actually know anything. I got home about fifteen minutes after nine, and surveyed the wreckage ...rom last night with Jennifer. I had teased her that she’d bloodied up two sets of sheets, but it was true, and now I had no clean sheets! I could survive that, but needed clean sheets for tomorrow night, so I got both sets, last night’s set, and the previous set that I had stuffed under the bed to keep Mrs Matthews from seeing, and had to hand wash. She was beautiful, dark hair and a great body. She looked amazing in her skin tight dress. He was also handsome, thin but fit, thick short dark hair and side burns. They looked middle eastern perhaps, and it was hard to believe my luck! After a drink and some small talk, we headed up stairs. Just inside the the hotel room door, they started to undress me, like two sex starved teenagers. I could feel his face close to mine and could feel his eyes burning through me. I turned towards him and saw. He stood back and gave her bald pudenda a few very gentle playful slaps. She smiled and then looked at the canes.‘Are you going to cane me sir?’‘Well I do think you deserve it don’t you?’Cathy looked at the floor‘Yes sir’He picked up the thicker cane‘Back over the desk I’m not going to make you count as you won’t be able to’She bent back over the desk and gripped the edge hardSWISH TWACK‘That was number one. Eleven more to come, with this cane’He expertly gave her six of the best nicely spaced. She said I display all of thesigns of a classic case of a secondary transsexual. I was a womantrapped in a man's body just waiting to be let out. She told me thatI would definitely be much happier if I accepted myself as a woman. Isat and listened as she told me how she has studied and worked withhundreds of transsexuals. She had become very proficient at diagnosisand treatment of transgender identity. She was very sure in what shehas witnessed and found in our conversations."What I saw.